Scaling the mountainous piles of dirty clothes in hopes of seeing a clean floor...if even for just one day.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

"My balls!"

Stew was in our backyard practicing with his new golf set when Joe went by with the lawnmower (not running). Well, the lawnmower ran over a couple of the golf balls. Stew yelled out, "My balls!" and all I could think was "I bet that won't be the only time you'll make that remark in your lifetime.".Sorry, I just had to share. Oh, and the balls were fine.

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